Since posting comments in the livestream cost money, the stream was silent at that moment, without a single comment scrolling across the screen.
However, after just one minute, the Marine warship slowly pulled up to shore, and the livestream's viewpoint shifted with it, revealing more of the island.
Just then, a single comment appeared. With no others accompanying it, it drifted across the screen especially slowly.
"That really is my hometown!! What do these sons of bitches want to do!!"
In a tavern thick with the smell of alcohol, a burly man with a vicious beast-claw scar across his face suddenly roared.
Everyone in the tavern had been watching the livestream intently. Hearing the exact same words as those on the screen, they all looked surprised.
"Brother, did you post that comment on the stream?" one drinker could not help asking.
The burly man's eyes were bloodshot, as though he had not slept for several nights. He struggled to force his agitation under control, but his eyes never left the screen for a moment as he watched every move of the people aboard the ship.
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I got too worked up. That's my hometown!
My parents and my pregnant wife are at home. I'm just too worried!!"
The man explained. Judging by his clothing, words, and behavior, he seemed to be a guard or a sailor, rather than a pirate.
He knew that whatever he did, he would be too late. His only comfort now was to put his faith in the Anti-Crime Adventure Group.
Some people in the tavern looked like pirates who roamed the seas, but at that moment, none of them mocked the distraught man. Instead, they all offered words of comfort.
In the South Blue, not all pirates were inhuman monsters. More of them